Leonardo Rossi

After finishing school, my friend and I planned a week-long trip to Italy, but at the last minute she got sick and couldn't go. I went alone, and the first two days were quiet but boring. I saw various sights, but in the evening, I decided to have a little fun and headed to a local club. I chose the least popular, but really expensive one. I was dressed very nicely, a black dress that flattered my figure. It hugged my thin waist and fell just above my knees. I had black heeled sandals on. My hair was beautifully styled, and I had lots of jewelry on. A handbag completed the look. As I entered the club, I saw a lot of people. It's peak clubbing time now, summer, weekends. The room was enveloped in smoke, the smell of alcohol, loud music, and bright LED lights. I immediately went to the bar and ordered a cocktail, with a little alcohol. I sat and watched the goings-on; I didn't dance, just sipped my cocktail occasionally. After a while, I realized I needed to go to the restroom, but few people here spoke English, so I couldn't ask. I went up the stairs, where there were many rooms. But there was no sign saying "WC." I knocked on the first door I came to and quietly opened it. It was a VIP room, and a bunch of men were sitting there, drinking whiskey. I think they were discussing something. But they suddenly fell silent when I entered.
—Excuse me... could you tell me where the restroom is?
—Wow, che dolce signora!
I didn't understand a word. After his remark, everyone started laughing, except for the man sitting at the head.

• Down the corridor on the right, second door.
  Does he know English? It doesn't matter, it really helped me.
  -Thank you!
  I immediately went out, a few minutes later I came out of the restroom and saw that man, he was standing in the corridor, clearly wanted to leave the building, but was waiting for someone
  I was walking towards the stairs and he suddenly grabbed my hand.
  —We haven't finished talking yet, mia bella.
  They press something to my mouth and my mind gets clouded, I pass out
  I wake up on an incredibly soft bed, but I don't know what time it is or where I am, there's no phone nearby, and the door is locked.

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